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She seemed more bone and sinew and part of the landscape than living flesh, a carven thing, pale and attenuated, the walking-stick clasped in one hand melding with the ragged cloak she wore. Her lips, parched and dry, were thin with weariness, and where the lines of her face spoke of age come too soon to youth that never should have withered, her gaze was fierce still, young where the rest of her had been worn away by a journey that had never ended.
Beneath the dune the endless sands of the desert stretched, burning pale and moveless beneath the baleful eye of the sun. And she did not look back, but strode forth, her back steel-straight as when she had been strong enough to bear a blade, and set out for the far horizon.
The wind carried her laughter back, whispering over the dunes.
August 28 2005, 15:35:58 UTC 6 years ago
sob you do realize I will nag you to death right? :XXX
August 29 2005, 01:07:27 UTC 6 years ago
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